The secret was kept about the day
green for one became green for two
divine confusion kept clouds over calendars
and beginning began late
blindfolded, which way was if?
almost free in almost every direction
we talk of full drops of tears
when its full as we say, it stops
full of time to look feel taste, blue
seeping splash
slip into capture
silence on one side of the scale
reveals your unprotected majestic tick
loosen your tongue of this pile of gold
there is no such thing as sure
hinting will only bring you further into the dance
open to the vines
see yourself in the perfect light
fastidious worms tunnel
enjoy the image, you march
speeding carving against
what you wanted to see
resisting slipping into the dark
I’ll look at it and show you what I mean
the secret of their departure will blow your mind
sharing this wonder will bring us closer
now that’s it over
lost in this avian riddle
I inherited this mischief
this is how much we need
this is exactly what it will take
this amount
safely stowed here
the appropriate container
a time capsule
whispering still
each object laid
laden with layers of language
antiquity echos inside
quietly can it be
not loud enough
sealed hinged
rattling shaking writhing
to be freed too little too late
purpose realized only after
after heartbreak the fountain bloomed
faceless nameless laces connect
and erase the stubbed toe that brought us here
lost in the flow of forgetting
replenish in the nothingness
death makes more sense than calculation
there is no number for pain
my digit reflects your quest
we will reach the grave before understanding
counting until the end
absence becomes ideal
the void allures
we want what we can’t have
supreme heights are reached on the green
bellies on mud
shouting nothings
mumbling milk
mouths filled with facts
by Greta Jane Pedersen